Chapter 11: When the Flood Strikes the Dragon King's Temple

“?!”

Confronted by the cold blade pressed against his neck, Lü Bu’s pupils constricted sharply.

He had just witnessed Su Yao’s movement, yet his mind refused to accept the reality of what had happened.

As Lü Bu’s halberd was about to pierce Su Yao’s back, Su Yao suddenly tapped his horse’s neck, launching himself high into the air, executing a flawless flip midair. When he regained his senses, the blade was already at his throat.

Did I, Lü Bu, just lose?

What did I just say? Surrender?

No, absolutely not!

A warrior may die but must never be humiliated; a sword can break, but one’s will must never be conquered!

As clarity returned, countless days and nights of rigorous training and the life-and-death moments on the battlefield flashed through Lü Bu’s mind.

There was only one choice in response to Su Yao’s challenge—fight!

Even faster than Lü Bu’s thoughts was the movement of his hand. At the critical moment when the blade threatened his neck, he yanked the reins fiercely.

The steed reared up on its hind legs, and Lü Bu took advantage of the momentum to release his grip and land an elbow strike on Su Yao’s side.

In a flash, their elbows collided, tangling together as they tumbled noisily from their horses.

“Damn it, are you trying to get yourself killed?”

After rolling on the ground, Su Yao bounced up with a spring, nearly infuriated by this foolish AI.

If he hadn’t released the reins so quickly, that idiot guard would have been sliced by the momentum.

“You can risk your life, but I can’t let my reputation as a law-abiding man be ruined!”

He still hadn’t claimed his mission rewards, and if he was marked wanted, not a hair would be left on his head.

“Law-abiding?”

Falling clumsily onto the grass during their midair scuffle, Lü Bu’s head buzzed, his vision blurred, completely unable to comprehend Hu’er’s nonsense.

Instinctively, he touched his neck—blood. The sight of it brought him back to reality. On the battlefield, there was only one truth to recognize—kill the enemy!

With that, Lü Bu flipped over like a carp, rising to his feet and kicking his halberd back into his hand.

“Fight again!”

“Suit yourself!”

Their weapons clashed with ringing clangs, sparks flying in every direction. After several exchanges, neither gained the upper hand.

“Hu’er, prepare to die!”

Lü Bu leapt back to create distance, channeling all his strength into his halberd—this was his all-out strike!

If Lü Bu at this moment embodied boundless power and vigor, radiating sharpness and intensity, then Su Yao was the complete opposite.

He retracted all his sharpness, lightly tapping the blade’s tip against Lü Bu’s brow, as if the scene had frozen, entering a state of serene clarity.

The storm was about to break!

—“Stop! Stop!”

Thirty paces away, Zhang Yang reined in his horse, shouting wildly, unwilling to get caught in their combat.

“Fengxian, and this brave warrior, stop fighting!”

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